You haven't been round this way a long time Mr. Taylor. What ailed you, you didn't call?
Taylor.
Oh I was very busy.
He looks at Mrs. Granahan who is writing laboriously. Then goes and examines a fiddle that hangs on the wall.
Ha! I thought Robbie John had burnt his fiddle and promised to play no more.
Mrs. Granahan.
Aye so he did, but there's a strange story wi' that thing you're lookin' at. There was a tramp come here one day I was out, and when I come back, I found him playin' away on that thing, and the house in an uproar.
Taylor.
Aye? He left it here then?
Mrs. Granahan.